The artist and Misunderstood (frerard)

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The soft earth crumbled beneath my black combat boots as I padded my feet through the mint green grass through the forest. The thunder growled above me, as the light rain gently fanned against my face, little drops of water running down my cold lips. 

I parted my lips as steam left my mouth as my warm breath met the winter wind. 

The wind picked up as it hit the side of my hoodie that shielded my face from the world and partly from the rain even though wet specs still found their way to my skin. 

I continued my walked through the nature until I came to the clearly revealing the park that i intended to go to. I picked up my pace making my trip over to the slightly wet benches shorter. 

Slouching down on the chair I swung around kicking my feet up into the sit. I placed one ear bud in playing a song called Truce softly. Humming the words as the rain gently brushed against my face. 

I picked my phone out of my pocket and switched the camera on placing it up to the sky, catching an image of the dark angry clouds that swirled around above me. I smiled at the photo before lowering the camera facing it out to the forest. 

I went to take a picture when I noticed someone sitting on the bench that was next to mine. I didn't bother to look over to the other human and snapped a picture of the forest trees that littered the ground. 

"Achoo!" 

My ears perked up to the sound of someone sneezing. Curiosity eating away at me, I turned my head slightly, peering from my hoodie seeing a boy over on the other bench. He had he's head down staring at an object in his hand. 

His hair was coal black and from what I could see his skin was pale as snow, standing out against the black leather jacket he wore. 

I watched as he lifted his arm, his pale hand wiping his face as he made a sniffling noise kinda gross but to be fair it was raining softly and a storm was above. 

Still choosing to ignore him since Im an anti-social twink I looked back down at my phone not bothering with life at the moment. 

Moment passed before I couldn't handle it anymore. The boy from afar was captivating me with his snow white skin and coal black hair. 

I huffed and stood up, dragging my feet quietly over to his bench. I stood behind him peering over his shoulders watching what he was doing. 

I watched his hand moved over what seemed like paper, dragging a pencil against the page creating alginate lines. Seriously who draws in rain, even though its not heavy, its almost like soft snow, it'll still damage paper. 

"Can I help you" A low voice spoke up, I assumed it was his. I gaped not responding. 

He placed his pencil down on the paper and turned around looking up to me. His eyes were beautifully hazel with specs of gold and brown littered within the iris's. He eyelashes were long and dark black, when he closed his eyes they rested against his cheek softly before he opened them back up, keeping ahold of my gaze. 

"No I guess not" I mumbled quietly, kicking the dirt from beneath my boots away. 

"Any particular reason as to why your out here in the rain?" His eyes met mine before he turned back to his drawing, placing the pencil back to the paper. I shrugged and decided to take a bold move and sat on the table. 

My feet sat upon the chair where the mystery person sat. 

"No not really, just enjoying the rain you?" He hummed looking back up offering a loop sided smile.